"My name is Lucas!"
Seeing the grandpa in front of him had kind eyebrows and a gentle face, Lucas tilted his neck to answer, his voice still crisp, and his eyes even more black and shining.
"Lucas Taylor?" The Old Madam Loman pondered for a moment, thinking about which family in the large courtyard had the last name Taylor, but couldn't remember for a moment. Yet she couldn't help but praise, "Lucas, hm, nice name!"
Lucas stared at the Old Madam Loman with a pair of dark eyes and shouted again, "Report, Commander! The name was given by my mum!"
"Hm, Lucas. Are you preparing to become a soldier when you grow up?" The Old Madam Loman spoke again.
"Yes! My mum said a man must protect the home place and the country!" Lucas spoke solemnly, with a particularly serious expression on his childish small face.
